Sonia and her Italian Stallion

Sonia had the travel bug again. Off to Italy she went. After hiking around Cinque Terre she was ready for some relaxing exploration of the romantic island of Capri. She joined a tour group and was looking around for something that may catch her eye, and there he was. The gorgeous, dark Italian tour guide. She had to really get a good look, and asked her new tour group friends to allow her to pretend like she was photographing them when in fact she was zooming in on the gorgeous man in the background. Off she went exploring the island, and at the end of the day, her Italian Stallion found her. He asked where had she been all day? Never before had she spotted a dream man, and lusted after him, and had him lust after just as much....how perfect is this? When does this situation really happen? They took the back seat on the boat, and despite crowds of tourists being all around them, they completely were overtaken by passion. They made out, hands, lips, everything going in all directions. They blocked out the world in that moment of Italian romance. Upon getting back to shore, they waited until everyone left the boat and they found a stairwell, that was less than ideal in the privacy category. Did they care? No way. They stripped off clothing, lips locked, and in the heat of the moment, didn't mind if the world was watching. All the goods were on display in this moment of raw passion. The day and evening could not continue because Ms Sonia had to get back to the ship. She left in a state of pure bliss, with memories of her gorgeous Italian Stallion!

When to go there

Dania finally found a quality man. It was almost unbelievable to have found such a gem. Unlike past situations, this one felt right. She and Mr Right were taking it slow. They were enjoying getting to know one another. They laughed over the situation Dania was in, they snuggled, they made dinner and they walked the dog. They were not rushing to the bedroom, like she had many times before....she knew all well how that story ended. She allowed herself to take the time. So when is the right time to go there? To take it to that next level with someone? When do you trust them enough to be intimate? Dania let her feelings guide her, as did Mr Right and they took their sweet time. Perhaps this is the best start Dania has ever had? There is promise with this one I think!

Stolen Socks

One evening, when 3 of the rockin chicks were out having drinks, a corral member aka Mr. Cat Room was texting like mad to meet up with Veronica. She finally gave in, he showed up and had a drink, but the other 2 girls were bored and quickly decided they would part ways. Mimi and Ina departed to a big club scene, where they were treated as VIPs and were amidst music, men and energy. Veronica continued to sip her drink with Mr. Cat Room until they both decided that it was time to face the reality of why they were both there. They simply wanted to hook up. Ok, she said it. She wanted nothing more, and who knows what he wanted, but this was all he was going to get. Veronica went back to his place, had her fun with him and felt sexy and enjoyed every bit of it.

But as he dozed off, she snuck out and without wanting to waste time, she grabbed what looked like a handful of black socks and her pair of boots and tip-toed out the front door and into the hallway of the building. Still buzzed from her cocktails, as well as embarrassed about her "rapid male-like departure" she sat down on the ground in front of his front door. There, she attempted to sort out the black socks, and realized she had her pair and his pair there in front of her. As she was struggling to pull on the socks and boots, the front door opens, and Mr. Cat Room looks down to find Veronica struggling with her boots outside his door in the middle of the night with no goodbye and then, he sees his socks, and asks, "why are you taking my socks?" The poor guy was confused, and apparently in all of his bewilderment thought Veronica was a sock burglar at that. She quickly handed him his socks, dusted herself off and stood up and said a quick goodbye and headed out to meet her 2 girls at the club. She was greeted with hours more of fun and excitement with Mimi and Ina, the evening lasted well into the morning. Perhaps the lesson here is, when you are trying to be stealth and sneak off, bring a pocket flashlight so you can ensure you get your belongings and not his?

Lies Lies Lies Lies

You know...karma always catches up!

Oh, the crime scene

It is every woman's nightmare. Elisa stays in touch with the dark haired hottie she met on the slopes months before. She finds herself in his city, and they make a date to meet up. He takes her for a drink and dinner at his friends new hot spot. They have great conversation and flirtation. As they leave the restaurant, there is that element of ambiguity. Do they end the date, does he invite her up, does she go, do they dive into the moment? He invites her up. She goes because she is feeling carefree, and she knows this will not be a long term relationship of any kind, so what the hell? Soon enough, they end up in the bedroom. Elisa sits on the bed, trying to figure out what position she should be in? Should she sit, lay down, or recline half way? Soon enough, they reach the point of no return. Do they have sex or just call it a night and leave while the mystery is still intact? In her state of mind, Elisa goes for the sex. He was hot, and this night was going well. Suddenly, she realize that there may be a bit too much moisture in the passion zone. She realizes that her worst nightmare is coming true here and now, with this guy she barely knows on his crisp white sheets! Her wonderful new birth control pills, Yasmin, just were not working with her body and boom, out of nowhere she had found herself in a blood bath as she is trying to have hot sex with this new guy. Its one of those moments, you want to push a button and get spit out somewhere else. Anywhere else....like in the middle of a park in the winter, or even in the ghetto somewhere in some scary city, but that button is no where to be found. Elisa has to think quickly, compose herself and try not to jump out of the 6th story window. He pulls off the bloody sheets, and throws them in the shower. She helps re-sheet the bed, and settle in to attempt to sleep. While all the while, she is totally dying. In the morning, he showers for work, and Elisa sneaks out to the living room. She rips the subscription information from a magazine she spied on the coffee table. Her idea: try to make the blood bath somehow better by sending him brand new white sheets. Its the only respectable thing to do, right? So she does, and he thanks her via text when he gets them, and thats the end of that. They never communicate again.

Monique and the 2 pump chump

Sometimes the way you imagine someone to be may not turn out quite so perfectly. Especially when the outcomes involve wet pants. Monique thought Frank was a hottie, and was excited when he was interested in hanging out. She was excited when he called. She also liked the idea of hanging out in a group first so that it would be more comfortable and fun. So one evening, her friends invited them both over to watch the game and have some beers. The evening went well. Soon after, Frank called to take Monique out again. They had a few drinks and went back to her place. While on the couch, relaxing together swiftly moved into a make out session and soon enough he was on top of her. As they made out, she noticed him making a few barely audible sounds. They could be described as grunts or sighs of passion perhaps? Naturally, as their bodies got into the rhythm, the make out session really soared. Abruptly, Frank jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Monique lay there on the couch wondering what the hell happened? 5 minutes later he returned in a different pair of pants. She tried to figure out why he would change mid-make out session?

The answer:

Not wanting to pre-judge, she gave him another shot, and this time, he changed mid make out to pajama pants to be "more comfortable". Yikes! Twice in a row was enough for Monique to properly name him the Enough said.

Priscilla and the art of coincidence

To stay Priscilla was strategic and persistent is an understatement of sorts.  She mapped out a plan, and she picked up clues and she relentlessly pursued to try to achieve the chance meetings she hoped for.  It seems ironic that chance meetings and pursuing/strategic are all in the same sentence, and you are correct in thinking this.  But for Priscilla, arranging what seemed to be a "chance occurrence" was an art form.  

Priscilla met Jared when he was tied up in another relationship, but she had a strong sense that they would make a good pair.  That feeling never died, and she secretly pined for him and hoped for a day when he would become single and available.  So, she set out on her careful plan to get her morning coffee at the Starbucks next door to his employer.  She figured increasing her odds of a "chance meeting" would be helpful.  Then she did something that was bolder than bold.  She noticed a man in that Starbucks every time that she went.  Always in the same spot near the send off bar where groggy humans grabbed their just made caffeinated concoctions.  She figured that he may know Jared, and be able to provide some important Jared hunting clues.  Many of the rockin chicks would be paralyzed by fear or embarrassment at this point and proceed no further, but not Priscilla.  This man became her confidante, and a go-between of sorts.  He scoped out the scene, he found out the ins and outs of Jared's current love life, and mentioned he had an admirer.  One day, the man had overstepped his bounds and told Jared that he was being pursued, complete with details of her Starbucks stalking.  While Priscilla was embarrassed and faced him a few days later, she never lost the hope.  She decided to stop the Starbucks antics and hope for timing to eventually be on her side.

On the eve of her birthday party, she set out with a pal to grab a drink.  Perhaps the stars were aligned, and perhaps she had good birthday karma?  Enter Jared.  Priscilla tries to quell her excitement.  The evening goes on and the banter escalates.  By the end of the night, the flirtation increased.  Digits exchanged, hand on shoulder, and she ends the night with feelings of hope and happiness.  

Sometimes you can push chance, but then it is not really chance at all.  Letting things happen in life can be sweet.  Who knows what will come of Priscilla and Jared, but certainly she enjoyed letting it happen naturally that night!